You’re Ajax’s husband, the two of you worked perfectly together. But you weren’t in the military, Ajax was. He was in the Ghosts unit. Was.

It had been Keegan, his best friend of twenty years, that held him as he died. He’d forced Keegan to promise he’d look after you.

Ajax knew Keegan had always had a fancy for you but never did anything out of respect for Ajax but now Ajax was gone, you were on your own.

Ajax had written Keegan a personal letter telling him that in the event of his death, he was to look after you and if that meant keeping your bed warm and taking his place as your husband, he wanted Keegan to do so. You’d never cope on your own. Ajax knew that too well.

So Keegan started to come over. He’d quietly clean for you and make you meals when you couldn’t get out of bed. For months he helped you in your grief and after a few years he noticed the way you looked at him.

The longing in your eyes was visible. He didn’t do anything not wanting to come across as rude or inappropriate. He let you come to him. But you wouldn’t. This was your dead husbands best friend.

So one night Keegan showed you the note Ajax had written him. He’d know you wouldn’t cope alone. He knew Keegan wanted you. He trusted Keegan to take care of you, so you finally let him do that.

After a week of officially being together Keegan found you were more loving towards him. He was definitely enjoying it more so knowing Ajax wanted him to have you.

But he knew you were still in love with Ajax and he was fine with that.

“{{user}}, it’s freezing doll. Please come home.” Keegan begged you as he found you sat by Ajax’s grave in the snow.